Love Game With CEO

Chapter 2

Adira’s POV

When I left Australia years ago, I never thought I would return to the city that had taken everything from me. As they say, "never say never," so here I am. While I was in New York, everything seemed to be going fine, but now I fear running into him again. He may come to take me back with him, and I won't be able to do anything about it.

With all these negative scenarios playing in my head, I finally arrived at the hospital where Sanaya is admitted. We've been waiting for over two hours, and she remains unconscious. I don't mean to complain, but I yearn to speak with her and ask how she is doing. It's difficult for me to witness her in this condition.

I sit beside her bed on a chair, holding Sanaya's hand. Suddenly, I sense some movement and realize that she has shifted her fingers. Standing up quickly, I rush outside and call for the doctors, who promptly attend to her.

We eagerly wait for her to open her eyes, and soon enough, she does. I am overjoyed, extremely happy to see my one and only friend. However, her eyes appear different. They lack their usual spark and are filled with emptiness.

Once the doctors step aside, I approach her with a smile and say, "Hey, babe?"

Instead of responding positively, she questions me, "Why are you here?"

Her words catch me off guard, and I glance at Tushar, who is equally bewildered. Hesitantly, I ask Sanaya, "What kind of question is that?"

She remains silent, leaving me at a loss for words. I try to continue, "You are in the hosp-" but she interrupts me abruptly, saying, "Still, you shouldn't be here. Go back."

"What?" I murmur, utterly confused. She repeats sternly, "Please go."

I am left speechless, and in that moment, I hear her say, "Tushar, tell her to go back."

Then, without warning, she begins yelling and throwing things, repeatedly demanding that I be sent away.

"Tushar, send her back."

"I don't want her here."

"Adira, just go back. Tushar, tell her."

"Tushar, send her back."

"I don't want her here."

"Adira, just go back. Tushar, tell her."

She continues to repeat these words, growing increasingly aggressive until Tushar holds her tightly in his arms. Sanaya starts sobbing, still murmuring that she doesn't want me around.

I am shocked, unable to comprehend what I am hearing. My one and only friend doesn't want to see me. But why? I haven't done anything wrong, and yet she is turning away from me. Unable to hold back my tears any longer, they flow freely from my eyes.

Stunned, I remain rooted to the spot, lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, Tushar's voice snaps me back to reality, saying, "Adira, please go."

"But-" I try to speak, my gaze fixed on Sanaya. He interrupts me, saying, "I will talk to you later. Please go."

With a heavy heart, I leave the hospital, my eyes filled with tears. I haven't done anything to deserve this punishment. Without thinking, I begin walking down the road, feeling numb, devoid of emotions and sounds.

Lost in my thoughts, I fail to notice the sound of an approaching Audi's horn until it's too late, and the car collides with me, sending me crashing to the ground.

Third Person's POV

Life was never easy for Adira, but it only grew worse upon her return. Little did she know that it was just the beginning, and she would have to face even more challenges. Oblivious to the imminent danger, she walks along the road, only to collide with an Audi.

A man, standing at six feet tall, emerges from the car and sees the girl lying on the road. He gently brushes her hair aside, and upon seeing her face, a sinister smile spreads across his lips.

He murmurs, "Finally, you're back, Princess."

With a swift motion, he scooped her up in his strong arms, cradling her gently as he carefully settled her into the plush seat of the luxurious car. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he beheld her presence once again, knowing that his long years of waiting had finally reached their conclusion. Taking a moment to ensure her safety, he fastened her seatbelt securely before assuming his place behind the wheel.

The man reached for his cellphone, his fingers dialing a predetermined number with purpose. "She's back," he stated firmly into the receiver, his voice carrying a mixture of anticipation and triumph. As he received a response from the person on the other end, he repeated, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Yes, she's with me. I'm taking her along. Just handle things here."

With a decisive click, he disconnected the call and ignited the engine, ready to embark on their journey. The car hummed to life as he merged onto the road, his gaze fixed ahead, a sinister determination driving his every move.